Chapter 232: Flatland finally appears

Chapter 232: Flatland finally appears

Chapter 232: Flatland finally appears (5000 words)
[President Jian: Finally, Xiao Gu, I feel that your naming skills fluctuate. "Who Moved My Rice Cake"... is the lowest point.]
Slander, blatant slander! The reason why Gu Lu replaced cheese with glutinous rice cake was to make it more local and closer to life.

"Could it be that 'Eight Kinds' really sounds bad?" The confident Gu Lu was a little shaken, thinking of the name he had chosen for the school magazine.

Why not just call it "Dawn"?

This ordinary name comes from the second part of the school cartoon club's "The Campus Chronicles of No. 8 Middle School".

During the school anniversary last year, the comics club made a modified comic based on the school’s famous figures, but Gu Lu was not included in the comics. However, in the second part, he was one of the main characters and was nicknamed “Dawn Sword” Gu Lu.

Tian Xiao told him about this, but Gu Lu still felt that the nickname "Sword of Dawn" was too low.

"I'm hungry - let's go eat something first." When Gu Lu went to the cafeteria, many delicious dishes were gone. He just had to make do with what he had. Why would he need a bicycle?

Returning to the club office again, Gu Lu tidied himself up. There was no one else in the room, so Ge ​​You collapsed on the sofa.

When the Human Stars Shine

After School

Aimee's Selected Short Stories

Flowers for Algernon

Who Moved My Cheese?

"There are currently five works, which have not been published."

Among the five works, "Selected Short Stories of Aimée" is arranged to be read in the senior year of high school or the freshman year of college. As the work of the French short story saint, it is profound in thought and literary quality. Gu Lu has just turned to literature with the works of Mr. Wang, so he has to go slowly.

As for Algernon, he will find time to publish it this year. Regarding Cheese, he will listen to Uncle Jian, and Gu Lu will listen to others' advice and have a full meal.

There are two books left, which are not suitable and are temporarily shelved. There are many works, but Gu Lu still feels that they are not enough.

Especially the small goal that Gu Lu set for himself, "to become a nationally renowned short story writer", seems to have no end in sight.

"At present, the gap is still a bit far. After publishing the short story collection "Yesterday's Park", the reputation has not improved, even though the Douban score is relatively high and it is the best-received short story collection released this year."

Publishing a book is not helpful, so Gu Lu changed his thinking. If he wants to become a master of short stories, in addition to leaving everything to time, he also has to wait for his works to be selected in textbooks and purchased by film and television companies for filming.

The only way left is to win the award.

"As for popular fiction, Science Fiction World registered me for the Galaxy Science Fiction Award. Both of my two novels, Support for the Elderly and Rural Teachers, are world-class, so I should have no problem winning."

In addition, Gu Lu plans to sign up himself to compete for the Pu Songling Short Story Award.

However, the most authoritative short story awards, the Lu Xun Literature Prize and the Times Literature Prize, may be out of reach at the moment.

Both items require nomination by newspapers and publishing houses; self-nominations by authors are not accepted.

"There are too many excellent works in People's Literature. I guess my work will not be reported in it." Gu Lu's influence is still limited. Let alone the editorial department of People's Literature, now he can't even influence the editorial department of Sichuan Provincial Literature.

In this regard, Mo Huaiqi, vice chairman of the Wudu Writers Association, has greater influence. Gu Lu currently needs not only works but also time.

"I don't have enough excellent works!" Gu Lu felt that he needed to participate in more things in order to trigger more works.

At present, campus activities are more frequently triggered, with eighty percent of the works coming from schools.

By the way, "The Little Prince" was nominated for the National Excellent Children's Literature Award. President Jian helped with the registration for two consecutive years. Last year, "Smash the Pigs", the best short story, was not selected, but this year it will continue to strive for the best novel.

"By the way, is there any way to get my work selected for the test?" Gu Lu remembered that on Earth, a part of the work "The Rural Classroom" was selected as an extracurricular reading comprehension for the test.

During the entire leisure time at noon, Gu Lu was planning his next step in the community office. Now he is less than two years away from adulthood.

Many things still require patience.

Honestly speaking, even though Gu Lu has millions in savings now, he has to hide it. According to the advice of lawyer Wang Shengxing, there is no need to argue with his parents when he is a minor.

"Did Mrs. Gu call me because she saw that I make a lot of money?" Gu Lu was currently speculating about his parents in the most evil way possible. It was because his original parents were not human beings at all.

He didn't want to have any interaction with her at all. If the other party made any move, he would expose the treatment he had received on the Internet...

In the afternoon, there was a drizzle in the sky and students were walking in the rain.

To use the description of the "literary giant" Zeng Jie: God is spitting at us, telling us that today is not a good day to study.

Zeng Jie fulfilled his words. Because he interrupted the teacher twice during class, he was sent to the corridor to stand as punishment by the chemistry teacher, and his desk mate was also taken with him.

"I hate Gong Hanbao so much, he speaks with a lisp and even asked me to stand in the corner as punishment." Zeng Jie whispered, "I will divide the classes next semester, so I will tolerate you for another half a year!"

"Our innovation class is divided into classes, and there are very few changes. In our class, there are a lot of physics, chemistry and biology, and a small amount of art and physical education." My deskmate revealed, "The class next door has a lot of physics, chemistry and political science, and a small amount of art and physical education. Our innovation class can move around."

Zeng Jie was filled with questions and was shocked. "There is no division between arts and science in our class in the second year of high school? Who told you that? And what does it mean to divide classes into two groups?"

This can also explain why Teacher Gao asked students to write time capsules at the beginning of the school year, and why they were still in the same class three years later.

"Do you still want to talk while standing in the corridor? Zeng Jie, if you still want to talk, just stand in the playground." The roar of the chemistry teacher came from the classroom. You know what, when he is angry, he becomes more eloquent.

When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. This is also the reason why my deskmate was not called out, after all, there is Zeng Jie, the talkative one.

There is reason to suspect that the decline of No. 8 Middle School in the later period and its loss to No. 3 Middle School and Bashu Middle School is related to the innovative spirit of the school leaders. Look at this magical arrangement...

It must be pointed out that this kind of magical innovation class is not a feature of the Fog City. It is only available in No. 8 Middle School and a few private high schools.

The get out of class was over, but the chemistry teacher was still angry and called Zeng Jie to his office. Yes, he only called Zeng Jie.

This story tells us not to be the first to stick around.

Gu Lu stood up and stretched his limbs. It was raining outside and he didn't want to go out for a walk.

But the small raindrops could not extinguish the heat in the high school students' hearts, so they all ran away one by one.

"Master, these are this week's homework." Qi Caiwei took out a composition book and a set of books from her schoolbag.

By the way, Qi Caiwei changed her schoolbag last week. Her previous schoolbag was a very ordinary black bag, but now it looks like something from an anime, which Gu Lu doesn’t recognize.

“Is it good?” Gu Lu glanced over it. It was a set of “Divine Comedy” with two or three chapters a week. Gu Lu had read dozens of chapters and was a little used to it.

Habit means that both of them are used to it. After all, Qi Caiwei's writing performance has improved significantly, so she can actually stop writing book reviews.

"It's not as good as I imagined. Although it is relevant to the times, it is called one of the four great European classics. Just based on the content, it is a bit unworthy of the name." Qi Caiwei replied, "Our four great Chinese classics are also relevant to the times, but the stories and content are interesting."

"The Divine Comedy is not about the story, but about the ideas and innovations," said Gu Lu. Of the four great European classical masterpieces, his favorite is Hamlet.

Gu Lu was waiting for the review, but this time Qi Caiwei hesitated for a moment.

"I've seen a lot of things about the theme of Divine Comedy on the Internet, but when I read this book I thought of something completely different, so it might not be a good idea." Qi Caiwei explained the reason for her hesitation.

Oh! Gu Lu said seriously, "Are you saying that this review was written entirely according to your own ideas?"

"That's probably why there may be no end, it's quite confusing, and it's also quite bad..." Qi Caiwei kept belittling her own work to lower the other party's expectations.

"Don't say any more. I will judge the details myself." Gu Lu said, "However, this is the first time that I don't care about other people's opinions at all. I write completely based on my own thoughts. No matter how I write, it's good."

Although he knew it was impolite to say this, Gu Lu began to feel that his naughty child had finally grown up.
Is it a bit like a father? Gu Lu actually pays attention to this point. Since the last incident, he has paid special attention to this point. He can't just think that he has lived for more than ten years and think that he understands many great truths.

[Dante's two women, Beatrice and Dante's wife...]
Beatrice was Dante's first love. In "The Divine Comedy", Beatrice was an angel from heaven, the only being who could receive his soul. Her status in the book was second only to God.

As for Dante's wife, Qi Caiwei did not find out her specific name. She gave birth to six children for Dante, among whom Dante's favorite daughter was named Beatrice...

This behavior is not necessarily a dog-licking behavior. After all, what you can't get is the best.

Gu Lu thought that Qi Caiwei would start to call Dante a scumbag in the next second, but she didn't. The rest of her content was to discuss whether Beatrice was willing to be recorded as an angel by Dante.

And what would Mrs. Dante feel if she read The Divine Comedy and knew the cause and effect? ​​Gu Lu had read The Divine Comedy, but to be honest, he didn't have much impression of it. He only remembered the famous quotes in it. Now, when he read Qi Caiwei's review, he recalled a lot of content.

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["Beatrice, true praiser of God, why did you not come to the aid of the man who loved you so much that he left the world of commonplaces for your sake?"

Beatrice was an extremely holy woman. She might not know at all how Dante felt about her, let alone that Dante wrote the immortal "Divine Comedy" for her. So how should she respond to this feeling?
...]
"Why did you write your review from this angle? Isn't Dante's magnificent imagination of hell attractive?" Gu Lu asked after reading it.

"Not good, right?" Qi Caiwei said immediately, "I don't know why, maybe I don't have any literary cells in my brain, so the things I see are rather weird."

Dialect stroke = bad.

"Let's talk about it later. First, tell me why you got such a review." Gu Lu said.

"Before reading the book, I learned some of the background of Dante's writing. Then, while reading it, I couldn't help but feel a lot of pressure. Being treated as an angel who saves souls by a man I never knew and never cared about was stressful just thinking about it," said Qi Caiwei.

"You have a really strong ability to empathize." Gu Lu exclaimed.

"Is it not good for me to do this?" Qi Caiwei waited cautiously for the master's verdict.

"As a review, this one is not good because it focuses more on the background of the creation of The Divine Comedy and has little to do with the original content of the work," said Gu Lu. "But your thinking is very good. Everyone is walking on the road, which is wide and has mountains and water on the side of the road."

“Only a few people walk on the trails, and the flowers and plants on the trails are also beautiful scenery.” Gu Lu said, “In fact, because there are so few people walking on the trails, these people are very precious.”

"!!" Upon hearing this, Qi Caiwei changed from a pretty and elegant high school student to a silly and happy student.

After laughing for a while, Qi Caiwei packed up "The Divine Comedy" and her composition book. She said, "Is it a good thing to have your own ideas?"

"It's a good thing." Gu Lu responded affirmatively.

"Sometimes it's a blessing not to have my own ideas. But once I have some ideas, two voices in my head start to fight with each other, making me feel very uncomfortable." Qi Caiwei sighed for some reason.

It's hard to tell from her expression whether she's happy or unhappy.

ding ding-

[A masterpiece of popular science] [Serious nonsense] [The first book on space] A synthesis of "Flatland", and I didn't even bother to read the subsequent details.

To be honest, Gu Lu was very happy every time the synthesis list was triggered. Regardless of whether it could be used or not, it meant that he had a trump card in his hand. What's more, "Flat Country" was a work that Gu Lu really wanted.

But this time Gu Lu's joy was masked because Qi Caiwei had not come on Wednesday for two consecutive times.

He also thought it was better to let his deskmate learn to think for himself, and Qi's mother also thought so about what he had done.

Considering Qi Caiwei's family, wouldn't it be better for CC to have no ideas?
Look, after my deskmate gained self-awareness, he is obviously not as happy as last semester.

"Damn, did I do something wrong? Now I understand the value of The Little Prince, [but you must never forget. You are always responsible for what you have tamed]. This book is so well written." Gu Lu himself is a thoughtful person.

During the next two classes in the afternoon, Gu Lu kept thinking about this question, and even walked home in the rain after school...

After returning home and sitting on the sofa, the chill that seeped into his hair finally brought Gu Lu back to his senses.

"Take a shower, take a shower now. What if you catch a cold?" Gu Lu still takes good care of his body.

The bathroom, especially with the shower running, is a great place for thinking. When Gu Lu was writing online essays all his life, he would let the shower head run all the time.

The reason for this miraculous effect is probably related to not wearing anything, which makes it easier to achieve harmony between man and nature...

"Tomorrow I'll ask the person concerned what he or she thinks. The person concerned's opinion is the most important."

The above is the conclusion that King Gollum came to in the bathroom.

It was not until now that Gu Lu began to study "Flatland", which he put together after a conversation with Qi Caiwei in the afternoon.

There is a country called Flatland. In this country, everything is flat. The land is flat, the mountains and rivers are flat, and even the people are flat: the poorest and humblest is an isosceles triangle, the noblest is a circle, and the most frightening is a straight line...

Why did the cautious Gu Lu write a math science novel even though he knew his science scores were poor? Because the math knowledge involved in this book is only for elementary and junior high schools, and junior high schools are definitely the limit.

The content of the book describes the house construction, walking rules, gender judgment, and even class struggle in Flatland.

"This book is truly a divine book!"

Finishing one thing after another, Gu Lu decided to finish the remaining 10,000 to 20,000 words of "Flowers for Algernon" today.

Gu Lu himself discovered that he had been synthesizing books more frequently recently, and that was because he knew what the books were.

Therefore, people who dream of becoming a plagiarist must read more books, otherwise if they encounter this kind of triggering golden finger after traveling through time, they will have some autonomy.

The crackling sound of keyboard typing and the sound of raindrops outside the window blend into a "symphony".

At about nine o'clock, news came from the Penguin.

[Liu Yong: Mr. Gu, if you have new works, you can send them directly to my private box.]
A very fresh way to urge for updates.

Gu Lu thought for a moment, and then submitted three rewritten pieces of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, namely "Niu Fei", "Mingbaiguan" and "Huang Ying".

In fact, it is quite a coincidence that the reason why Wang Zengqi wrote "New Interpretation of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" on Earth was because the editor-in-chief of People's Literature at that time specially invited him to contribute, and Gu Lu also completed the closure.

"My hands hurt a little from typing." Gu Lu rubbed his wrist and decided to take a break for now.

"Just right, I've signed up."

Thinking of this, Gu Lu prepared to submit the manuscript to the email address for the Pu Songling Short Story Award.

[Title of Work: "Double Lamps", "Auspicious Clouds", "Niu Fei"...

Author: Gu Lu
Whether published in newspapers and magazines: Yes

(Published in the April 2013 issue of People's Literature)]
Fill in according to the requirements of the organizing committee.

This award is not well-known to ordinary readers. Just looking at the name, one might think it is some far-fetched fake award.

In fact, it has a very high gold content in the industry. Just look at the award-winning works every year, such as the rows of authors such as Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, Su Tong, Acheng, Bi Feiyu, etc.

Because 80% of the winning authors will win the Mao Dun Literature Prize (Lu Xun Literature Prize), it is regarded as a preview of the major awards.

Gu Lu is much more proactive. From asking Zhang Yudong to try to trigger it to signing up for literary awards, he is very enthusiastic.

"Your name is Pu Songling Short Story Award, which was established in the name of Pu Songling. Since I'm rewriting Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, don't I have a natural advantage?" Gu Lu wanted to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but he didn't have any wine on hand, and he didn't like drinking.

Let's celebrate by making juice. Gu Lu passed by a shopping mall last week and saw a juicer on sale. He was persuaded by the salesperson that drinking a glass of juice every day is healthy for the stomach and nutritious, so he paid for it.

After these days, this is only the second time I have used the juicer. The first time was on the day I bought it.

He didn't open champagne at halftime, but at the beginning. I don't know if it will backfire...

On the other end, Liu Yong received the email and smiled.

“There are so many news reports on the Internet saying that Gu Lujiang has run out of ideas, but now they are slapped in the face.” Liu Yong thought so. He was thinking about the next issue of People’s Literature. Everyone in the circle would see that Gu Lu not only did not run out of ideas, but instead jumped directly to the most prestigious magazine in the country.

Since Liu Yong liked the writing style of "New Interpretation of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" very much, he read "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" again.

Naturally, he couldn't wait until tomorrow to go to work, so he looked at it immediately, "Niu Fei? I remember that Niu Fei's original article in Liao Zhai was only about 200 to 300 words. How do I modify it?"

As the name suggests, Niu Fei is about an old farmer who bought a cow and then dreamed that the cow flew away. Fearing that the nightmare would come true, he sold the cow the next day. Worried about losing the money, he wrapped it in a towel and tied it around his arm. On the way back, he ran into an eagle eating. Seeing that the eagle was docile, the old farmer became greedy and tied the eagle's claws with a towel. As soon as he relaxed, the eagle flew away with the money from selling the cow.

The story sounds very simple, short and concise. If you were given the newly created "power", what would your thinking be?

Anyway, this is what Mr. Wang Zengqi wrote:

(End of this chapter)